Eternal Boundlessness - Atma

Who am I?

I’m the substance that will make your third eye cry

Who Jah bless, let no man curse

Who am I?

I’m the substance that will make your third eye cry

Who Jah bless, let no man curse

Ill be on 'em like a message from god

Who Jah bless, let no man curse

Knowledge of self will make emcees play hard

The transcendental autocrat beyond birth and death

On the path of perfection with the map of the essence

I eternally endeavor, know the ledge, god head elevation

The matchless gift in this garden of God

I see the spiritual world

But it’s hard to see through this illusory movie

I strive to be conscious of my own immortality

Ineffable vision beyond the astral sphere

So ascend within innerspace, deathless, samadhi

Aware I’m not the body but the physical

The astral, the causal, the spirit soul be infinity

Underneath the three bodies made of light drawn energy

Self-manifested pure consciousness

Will laugh at death, throw off a bag of flesh

Several bodies a fusion, ready for ascension

Through infinite dimensions, no fear, no tension

Bust the science of the self, realization of the soul

Transmigration of the atma transpersonal

I’m on the inner journy through the spirutual skies

Back to godhead, the kingdom of God is realized

Know you’re not the body or the mind in this illusionary world

Not of it, look above it, son

Cuz it’s truely not the place for we, look 3rd visually

A place of birth, old age, death, and suffering

We’re internal, with eternal boundlessness

The inner self spark of God be infinite

Y’all, light’s too bright for unawakened eyes of men

I transcend, bend space-time, ascend

Through the internal, eternal boundlessness

The inner self spark of God be infinite

Y’all, light’s too bright for unawakened eyes of men

Peace be still, know God dwells within

The observer is the universe, I said it, yo

Prophetic through phonetic flows

Rapping intellects with introspect, son

Check the way of reason, sages versus demons

Pages of soliliquois and the things be in the void

I meditate fast, pray past the Milky Way

Seven chakra galaxies lay within inner space

Youth the age, birth to death, the dead weight of inertia

Takes the breath back to the unmanifest

Perceive 3rd visually, within lies eternity

In the world of illusion, cosmic delusion

Made of atoms molecules, subatomic particles

Five elements, mind intelligence

The dream consciousness of the omnipresent person

Infinite universes eminate from his pores

Billions of galaxies full of planets be the Lord’s

See the source within all and the all within the stars

The one has become many.

Who sent me?

A phoenix, when in flight I give light to dark cities

Full of strangers, anger, psychic torture chambers

I make them split in two, spittin' jewels at these fools

I came to bring the science that God’s rocking the stages

I am no man, from no man’s land, the nomad of the ancients

Beyond the bounds of physical science, mystical reliance

My constructing power building towers in defiance

The lions' meditation becomes communication

Mad spirits descend through the tongue of the seraphim

Blend quantum physics, revelations of the mystics

Transpersonal psychology, ideology infinite

The etheric cord resonates universal law

From the breath of the creator made from two arms of God

All glories to Bhagavan, my pulse Paramatma

Killing demonic contact, last lap around the zodiac

Beyond solar systems and astrological archetypes

Pure light and effulgence emanates from the mic

Omni lyrical incarnations, bars from star constellations

Celestial geometry, tetrahedran isocoles

Toss emcees with the God degree

Through the all-seeing eye divine hypotheses

From subtle to gross, I studied the Most High

The 3rd eye awoke from the psychic slumber